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Show -- ' x J . - . s V ' ' 0 v, - : - Vol. 19. . 'II ... . -- tv. Birth- - Eliza beth B. Smith. Miscellaneous. Primary Jubilee. A Genuine Surprise. First Annual Convention. R. S. Report, E. E. Arygle. Primary Annual, Janie Alford. Housekeeping, Juliett Wood.- A Mother's Despair. Wedding Anniversaries. Notes and News. One More Gone. In Memonam. Editorial: First of June. R. S. Confer- Saints' Coll egeIn the Senate ences. ; Latter-da- y onhe"UmtedStales. Poetry: Happy Childhood, L. M. Hewlings. Our Old School House, Hope. Quiet JVays Are Best. Woman's Sphere, Woman's Chronicle. HAPPY CHILDHOOD. - - once a happy child, Roaming 'mid green fields and flowers, And woke in greenwood echoe's wildr Wove gay wreaths to deck my bowers. With bony ant step I oft did glide," Thro' lonely brake and silent shade, , Gath'ring flowers on evtry side, Nor little dreanied they soon would fade. Across the bard and fretted rock, -With naked feet I oft did . tread , Heedless of scratch or gentle knock, When birds were singing o'er my head. I cared not for the ta'tered frock, When climbing tip the craggy. rock; Laughing to see the And shouting forth in childish glee. The feathered songsters., .vterejBiy JneadI fancied all could know my voice, I called them mine, uncaged or penned, I knew but little then of laws L Oh, I was bird-hous- a friend, -- - are teardrops falling htw : I Alone, and weary, among strangers too, What consolation could a hope impart, Only the thought that duty, stern and true Implanted by religion in the heart, i am thinking where are Young Mrs Harvey grew gradually convalescent, though she seemed scarcely to realize her delicate condition, she mourned for her hahyU would have been company for her in the lonely hours, when she lay so weary day after day, thinking how her bright hopes had been blighted one by one, and wondering if she could ever recover. She tried to get faith enough to be healed under the administration of the Elders, who came very often and it always comforted her for a time. One day she recalled the circumstance of Brigham Young's coming to administer to her at a time when sb e was su fJenng grca t pa in, and the words came fresh to 'her mind that he had spoken on that occasion "thou sbalt rfso up from thjs bed - ; - -- - der, -- : Preaching and beseeching us, the .i5Sj Ta settle dawa.and-enFor quiet ways are best? The rain that trickles down in showers A blessing brings to thirsty flowers; Sweet fragrance from each brimming cup, The gentle zephyrs gather up.-; There's ruin in the tempest's path; "jThe re's ruin in ji voice of wrath; z; And 'they alone-- ' are blest Who early learn to dominate Themselves, their violence abate, And prove, by their serene estate, That quiet ways are best. : J. E. -;- - under d Black'' -' Z. Then memory swiftly bore me down through the wild weird - Of the months and the years that have, vanish ed,jincejhe ' .. itrtiri6lokWEave' " which the world truths That holds in its hkssed pagef the ' ' mint saye. .;. ' weather-was.-growing-col- . her Teacher - Evangtlist. . -- i- -- f I took my time, worn bible from the shelf the other day, And in glancing o'er the pages to the fly leaf chanced to : York mBWMMHMM HEPHZIBAH.; " XXII. they, Who met in that old schocl house so happy and so gay; Far, far our paths are sundered, to meet in time no more; For many of that number now walk the Golden Shore, , The bridal wreath crowned Archie as we laid her down to ' "' " ' ; rest Stf soon she left life's trials for the mansions of the blest. r ' OUR OLD SOHOOL HOUSE. frewn MMMMMMHWWI good," it was like new life to her, and fhe laul hold of the promise, and began to gain strength edge grew. until she was able to sit up, and move about May the good Shepherd lead us throughout life's gander Uthe-housthe was commg on, and somehow she leit 'Til we meet in His Own Kingdom never, never more to v winter the strangest presentiments; whenever she stray. -" 7" mentioned this to Harold, he would whistle : IIoi'E. and sing, and tell her it was only because she was nervous and low spirited, but he never QUIET WAYS ARE BEST. uite satisfied her with regard to himself; he" was attentive and affectionate always, but his What's the use of worrying, manner grew more and more restless, and Of hurrying, ., Hepsie was not in a condition to understand. And scurrying, : Had she been well and strong body and jn Eveiybody flurrying, mind and able to go out, she migh t possible And breaking up their rest, have known more and averted the serious con- WTien every one is teaching, us, seemed -sequences' that followed, but fate it Alas J my airy castle's down, Tall battlements, lofty towers, The sTdn to mine Youth kept back the magic power. L. M. HEWLINGS, .V :: v stray; read "Reward of Merit And W -I- B . When all that's left is memory of (he lessons and the play Of wildwood nuts and berries we gathered by the way, OX the Spring and Summer-- ftwer--w-iror- e ingar!and$"" ' fair To place in loving gladness on a playmate's shining hair. 0hwhy I. iJo. 1. Or make themselves ridiculous. Calm and serene m heart and nerve, Their strength is always in reserve. And nobly stands each test; And every day and all about, By scenes within and scenes without, We can discern,' with ne'er a doubt, That quiet ways are best. Where do the others wander? I know not but I pray. Thai in the great Lei ei er .bnmcliJght happy u..yr . We mjxall That met in that old school house where the tree of knowl- acrctheea"" .. -- When the noblest and the bravest were called upon to die. mother bound up her bleeding When the widowed, son-les- s , heart, And in the Nation's struggle bore her hard and bitter part, .And Johny Maitland's sleeping too, within the quiet grave, The tears and prayers of kindred failed his precious life to save. ,.,;,.:,. od v WlNMft e; shady-elm- , And peopled it from fancy's realm, bride. .JThen decked myself Seated upon a mossy throne, In state for many an hour, Gazing up to the castle's domer-it- l Listening to my singing choir. ,. My castle's dome the vaulted sky, My singing choir nature's bird3, My pictures floating clouds on high, My flocks were all the grazing herds, bees. My subjects were the wild-woin for me; Busy gath'ring stores were borne fleets on My every breeze, XJpVithJightnmg speed Then I gave with liberal hand. To every child of want and woe, Bade all protect the favored land, That raised a queen to serve them so. - ' (Oh the happy joyous school days too swiftly do they end, Too soon will come the season when friend must part from - rung high, e .A castle tall I reared beside, '..track,-;,'- " III Dickie and Henry laid them down where the battle cry ' - XhadaJrer. ,, ' wv,-v.- t ' ml . - Then quickly came before me the school house in Ibe wood, Beneath a spreading elm tree the humble dwelling stood;. No tall spire pointed upward no lavish wealth was there, But a band of happy children around the master's chair, Learning the simple lessons he spared no pains to teach, Showing that ever higher the mortal mind should reach. CONTENTS. dav-Par- - - 0 : - , N. A. Wr S. A. of Utah. Laura" Bailey7 KeflecUons. .Y Ji SALT, LAKE CITY, UTAH, JUNE 1,1890. IIIMW ,. Hephzibah. V the' Women of Zion, and the Rights of the Women of all Nations. --1 . nn Nothing's gained by worryin By hurrying And scurry in 6 With fretting and with flurrying The temper's often lost; And in pursuit of some small prize We rush ahead, and are no? wise, AjidJind-the4inwote4serehe -e ' l is better far to join the throng 1 hat do their duty right along; Keluctant they to raise a ft5, . " the circumstances. One day Harold came home at dinner time and called his wife aside to say4 'Hepsie I am going away, to stay two or three weeks, going : to St, Louis on business for the store, now don't Jheltears . 'cryvas he w herflips qui veraiid I meta ber e yes,r drrl shal never have the ja must be brave, and try to get oeuer iasi wnue Fm goneyou'll not be. so thin and pale when I come home." 1 Hepsie could not speak, Harold embraced her fondly again and again as though loth to leave her, "Ume with me to the riverside" he said, she threw a. shawl around. her and in a moment they stood on the bank of the grea.t river that flowed so near sweettheir dwelling. ''Once more good-byheart, wife, darling," as if the words choked e him, and he was gone; gone, wilhher kisses o n dia tanceIiislair hisrtip?r$lnrira7c1i hair .iamg, like bur ddiml- - gold r hia, oyer cfa t ou his arm, while her tears and sohs- - 'werJ pitiful; she never forgot how he looked then,gs she saw him going away, though as she be- -- |